the smalltown house (please post thoughts)
Posted to Action Poetry
by Tabloid Footprints on 2001-04-15 23:43:00
In out door corridors
between trees
the foredoomed breeze
dips once more
to die between or underneath
the flapping backyard clothesline sheets
A rectangular haunting wastes,
dying of age between cuticles of my mind
A shrinking
shaking, trembling,
tumor of time
